september

The lusty lonely mind lightning

Strikes me at my seams -

Apathy sits like a cankerous bird weeping in the window

Give in, give up

There are holes in your socks

The blinds are drawn to the unbearable heat and things, as they do, fall apart

As the air in the dim room circulates,

pay attention...

remember to want

Desire is no luxury, my dear

Touch your skin and find it

Stare at things again

Are you breathing just a little?

Are you fondling the reset?

You with the weak throat and weaker theories

You whose hunger has gone -

Reset and unravel.